Chapter 5: The idol and the princess

Syalica Academy famous for having produced acclaimed scholars, royal guards, grand political leaders and military generals. A prestigious institution who’s graduates were are all but guaranteed a future. This was often done in a classroom that felt similar to the previous world Eylseia, Ariylia and Hyilia were used to. The desks were different and roughly resembled something like wooden bleachers of their old world but with the ability to sit objects down in front of them. To the front of the classroom was a small wooden platform that acted as a stage for the teacher along with a blackboard that took up a large section of the wall behind them.

The teacher continued to explain combat and military strategies as the students took notes and paid attention to the lecture. Swordsmanship was something something most knights knew how to do, while not all knights were called to service for combat some knights did receive various types of training in addition to basic sword combat. Knights who graduated from the Syalica Academy were considered prestigious among other knights. Many of the graduated knights from the academy when on to serve in the royal guard, the military or as adventurers.

After and hour and thirty minutes of the teacher talking, the bell tolled at the hour of lunch. Like in their previous life, there was time for students to eat lunch, go out into the city or spend their free time how they wished.

“So, what are you planning on doing class pres— sorry, Eylse?” Ariylia asked.

Ariylia took a moment to stand to her feet and stretch. She had grown stiff from sitting for so long and while it had been years in this world, she occasionally felt out of sync with her own body from time to time.

“Study, what about you?”

“Of course you are,” Ariylia sighed.

Hyilia made her way over to Ariylia and Eylseia.

“Hyia and I were going to go into the city for a bit,” Ariylia said as she gestured in Hyilia’s direction.

“Have fun in the city then.”

Ariylia and Hyilia made their way out to the city streets that were busy with various people hoping to buy goods from the bakeries and other fine shops. The sounds of chat, footsteps and birds in the distance invaded Ariylia’s elven ears as she struggled to block out the noise around her. Elf ears wear more sensitive to outside sound stimulation which caused slight pain like a constant ringing in the ears that did not stop for elves not used to the city. While Ariylia had tried to control the overstimulation in her ears she still had trouble.

Hyilia could see the struggle on Ariylia’s face. She wanted to help Ariylia and calm her through all chaos that was barraging her ears. Grabbing her hand without so much as a word, she led Ariylia just down the street a bit and turned into one of the nearby alleyways she had spotted. As she started down the alleyway she could feel Ariylia clench her hand tightly. In a split second she found herself pushed up against a brick wall with Ariylia looming over her with an expression of lust.

Ariylia pinned Hyilia’s arms against the cold rough brick wall and leaned in closer. She could see Hyilia’s face light up a deep red. Her mind tried to block out everything but what was in front of her.

“I am so glad we can enjoy this world together,” Ariylia spoke as she played with Hyilia’s hair.

“I never want to return to that other world.”

Hyilia started to feel her arms slowly be raised above her head, exposing various sensitive areas on her body. She tried to breathe calmly as her mind started to race with thoughts about everything that could be done to her. A soft gasp escaped her mouth as she felt Ariylia’s thighs press against her.

“Shouldn’t we rent an inn before we doing anything… um…” Hyilia blushed heavily as she averted her gaze.

The two of them had not properly had the time to enjoy the pleasures of their more adventitious side since coming to this new world. They wanted to enjoy the new world they were in together. Ariylia smiled gently as she kissed Hyilia’s forehead.

“True. Even a filthy pig like you needs to be treated with some care,” Ariylia said as she released Hyilia’s arms.

“Yes, mommy.”

With her mind set on a goal and her ears no longer ringing, Ariylia grabbed Hyilia’s hand and headed further down the alleyway. As she continued down the alleyway, Ariylia noticed a path that branched off into another. Down this other alleyway was wooden red door that appeared new and contrasted against the grit and grime of the surrounding area. Trashed had piled up along some of the walls while the ground saw large amounts of ware and tear.

Ariylia continued to wonder as she noticed the wooden sign sitting off to the side of the door. On the sign was the words Lustful Lounge with a picture of heart with small demon horns on top. She was confused by went or how long this establishment had been there. Throughout her time in the city, she never recalled seeing the building and all the times she had been through different alleyways for shortcuts she was sure she would have seen something like this.

“Has this always been here?” Ariylia asked as she turned to Hyilia

“No… it must have just opened up.”

Both the girls were curious about what the building was. In their old world they heard of various activities that adults engaged with and were no stranger to how the world worked. Still, with both of them being sixteen they had a lot to learn about the world. Darkness far deeper than of depths of the ocean or beyond the sky existed. Yet, they was no way the two of them could satiate their curiosity. Where did the door lead? What was beyond it?

All creatures are often tempted by the mere thought of something unknown. Humans most of all. The unknown of what something is draws a curious mind and begs the exploration in what that thing may be. In the old world, humans had always been amazed by the vastness of the sky before setting their sights on space. So many unknowns were at the frontier in the void. Life on other planets, the stars, black holes, there was just so much for humans to learn.

This world too had its unknowns and many braved to learn what this world offered. What was beyond the sky of the this world? Space? A simulation? There was no books to be found on what was beyond and any knowledge that had been collected was lost when the city of Asytral turned to ruins. Yet, there was no mystioy more alluring then what was beyond the door that was before Ariylia and Hyilia. The two of them continued to stand there in front of the door debating if they should go in.

“D-Do you think we should go in?” Hyilia asked.

“I…”

“I think you two should go in,” a voice spoke from behind them.

Ariylia and Hyilia were startled by the voice and turned quickly to see a cute girl standing beyond them with a grin on her face. The girl was human and about the same age as both Ariylia and Hyilia. Yet, there was something that made her different from the two of them. While her long crimson red hair tied in a pair of pigtails that complemented her golden hazel eyes, the massive mommy milkers that she had was something born for sin and lust.

The girl had a petite frame beyond the melons that could crush and kill a person. She wore a short top that revealed her stomach and short purple plaid skirt that showed off her thighs. Combined with the black thigh-high stockings and black combat boots, the girl was an alluring girl that could either make a person beg to be under her boot or submit and let fantasy bear fruit.

“Who the hell are you?” Ariylia asked as she glared at the girl.

“One of the employees at this establishment. I’m Myicelia,” the girl said with a cute and innocent smile.

“What exactly is this place?” Ariylia asked.

“Care to find out?” Myicelia asked with devious smile.

Myicelia made her way over to the door and opened it. She turned to the girls and smiled.

“If you want to have a proper experience, maybe give us a try. It is better than doing it in a back alley. At least here, things are clean.”

Myicelia giggled as she vanished into the room that awaited the two girls. Ariylia looked to Hyilia and started to piece together exactly what the degenerate impish girl was implying.

“We can take a quick look inside, right? Just to make sure nothing shady is going on,” Ariylia asked slightly blushing at the idea of entering the building with Hyilia.

“Y-Yeah, it’s our duty to make sure no illegal activity or cults are popping up throughout the city.”

Entering the door and seeing what was beyond it made Ariylia and Hyilia lose their breath as they tried to take in what they were seeing. The women that they had seen standing around and causally chat among others were beautiful that no words could describe them. Humans and elves of different sizes and builds smiled and each had an aura about them that drew the eye to their body. Some girls were busy reading small parchment papers that even their allurement of cold isolation and mystery begged the imagination into a state of fantasy.

Standing just off to the side of them, Myicelia was leaned up against the wall with her arms crossed, as if they were trying to keep her cow otters from falling due to gravity. Even though she had been outside, somehow even in this atmosphere Ariylia and Hyilia found themselves attracted to her. It was as if something in the back of their minds was pulling them towards her.

“Our job at the Lustful Lounge is to help adventurers and others such as yourself with their… should we say, carnal desires. First, we have to know our customers inimitably. Likes, dislikes, kinks, fetishes, the more information you give us, the better we can help you fulfil your desires. Once we have all your information we can better assign you to the girl that will fit your needs. Then, all you need to do is relax and allow yourself to sleep in one of our rooms and by tomorrow your body will be the best it has ever been.”

“B-But… what if I don’t want everyone to know all those personal details?” Hyilia asked as she played with her hair.

Though this world lacked personal communication devices, there was still ways for information to leak and escape out into the world. In the old world Ariylia and Hyilia lived in, technology was said to be the future. Various artificial intelligence software, online shopping, smartphones and other types of technology held data to some degree. Any time they wanted to purchase something online they had to have already provided the application their information. Other social media sites also required private data to be accessed and logged into.

“Don’t worry, we burn all paper evidence and only the girl you select will know all your desires.”

Myicelia smiled as she motioned for the two to follow her to one of the doors on the first floor. As Myicelia held open the door, she allowed both Ariylia and Hyilia to enter. Inside the room simple with just two red couches and square coffee table built of mahogany that held some parchment paper, a bottle of ink and a quill.

“Go ahead and sit down, relax.”

Ariylia and Hyilia sat down on one of the sofas as Myicelia sat across from them. She smiled as she handed to two a parchment paper.

“Take all the time you need.”

Looking at the parchment in front of her, Ariylia could see various amounts of questions that asked for extremely important details. Some questions were basic and appeared harmless while others wanted to know her deepest kinks and turn-ons. Her brain started to spin at the thought of all the different questions that were being asked as her world view was starting to expand beyond just simple kinks and fetishes.

“Is having you watch seriously an option? Why is that even a thing?” Ariylia asked as she looked over to Myicelia with a puzzled expression.

“You would be surprised how common it is. Some couples actually want us to watch them deflower their lover in various positions. This doesn’t bother us as we have seen everything from the soft stuff like kissing and cuddling to more hardcore stuff like chains and candles. Trust me, there is nothing that could shock any one of us at this establishment.”

There were many questions that were running through Ariylia’s brain as she realised they had found the perfect place to engage in an exploring new things. Turning to look over at Hyilia, she could see her cheeks blushing a bright red.

“So… um… just asking, Hyia but… uh… suppose we had Myicelia… watch us… to make sure I don’t go overboard of course!”

“Y-Yeah… it is important to be safe when… exploring the depths of a dungeon so it makes sense that we should have Miss Myicelia watch to ensure nothing goes wrong.”

Myicelia could only giggle at the two girls before her for how embarrassed they were. She watched as the two of them filled out the parchment, answering every question with their honest thoughts, desires, kinks and fetishes. They were exposing themselves in every way to the point that they could feel their hearts beating rapidly.

Once they were finished, the two of them handed over their parchment paper. Myicelia looked over each of their answers to the questions on the paper. Her face told them she was deeply trying to analyse everything they had written. Turning the paper over, she took note of the notes Ariylia had written on hers. The extensive paragraph of text detailed her desires beyond what the small single line on the front of the paper could supply. After a few minutes of committing the information to her memory, she looked to them.

“Usually, we ask if you have a particular girl but I think its obvious you two want me, right?” Myicelia asked with a sadistic smile as she tossed the papers into the lit fireplace.

“Well, you did introduce us to this place and explained everything so it is only reasonable,” Ariylia said.

“No need for either of you to be nervous. I promise to treat you both gently.”

Myicelia snapped her fingers and within a few seconds the door opened revealing a girl dressed in a maid outfit.

“Three drinks for our guest and me, okay Persyila?”

Without any words, the maid simply nodded and took her leave.

“Before we start, what exactly do you plan to do for payment?” Ariylia asked.

Ariylia was thrilled with the idea of exploring everything with Hyilia but there was something she felt was off. The establishment had not asked for any sort of payment, nor was there any talk of it. Any place that did not have an exchange of coin was doomed to fail or if it was free than that person was simply the product. In the old world, that was a common understanding with digital media. Free forms of entertainment and products were always enticing to the many who were ignorant in the ways of marketing. The tactics employed saw dark use as big corporations made sure to gather data of their customers in order to sell their private information.

“We don’t ask for payment unless you are one hundred percent satisfied. If neither of you are satisfied, you simply do not pay anything,” Myicelia said as she crossed on leg over the other and leaned back into the comfort of the sofa.

Before Ariylia could say anything, the maid from before returned with a tray carrying three wine glasses. The glasses were filled with a blood red liquid that resembled wine. As the maid served the drinks, Ariylia continued to contemplate about the state how the place made money. If they truly did not ask for payment unless one hundred percent satisfied then were they simply that good? Looking at the glass there was a fear that the drinks could have been laced with poison.

“Don’t worry, it’s not poison. We pride ourselves on having the best services in the kingdom and do not plan to ruin our reputation.”

Myicelia smiled as she picked up her glass and downed her drink in one gulp. The two girls looked to each other and decided to take a small sip of their glasses. After a few seconds, they continued to drink until the whole thing was gone.

“Wow, that actually is really good.”

“Yeah, it as a hint of something sweet in it,” Hyilia said as she tried to nail down the flavour.

“Now, if you two will follow me I can show you to the other room,” Myicelia said as she stood to her feet.

Ariylia and Hyilia followed Myicelia upstairs to the second floor of the building and entered one of the private rooms where customers would enact their must base desires. Inside, the bedroom was of decent size. There was a large single bed that could fit at least three people of a smallish frame. A window with wooden shutters kept the sunlight out but did little for the sound.

“Please, take off your shoes and relax,” Myicelia insisted as she motioned for the two of them to enter.

Making a face of disgust, Ariylia walked over to the bed and sat down at the foot of the bed. Crossing one leg over the other like an office worker about to chew out a new recruit, she appeared different than she was before.

“No. I believe you said this place was meant to fulfil my desires, Myicelia. Get over here.”

There was one thing that Ariylia desired: control. For her, controlling a person was the greatest form of expression and indicated her love for another person. It was something she had developed in her past life due to the lack of control she had in her own life. Ariylia wanted to control everything.

Myicelia only giggled at the demanding voice and cheerfully made her way over to the foot of the bed as ordered and sat down. She was used to playing multiple roles at once: the dominant sadist or the submissive masochist. Her body was trained to hand all forms of desire from the lustful to the innocent. If they had all the expertise in the world she was not opposed to letting others lead or taking the reins herself on something if a person was new and nervous.

Grabbing Myicelia’s chin and brushing her hair to the side, Ariylia smiled as she gently kissed the lips of the girl in front of her. She stole a glance for a moment to see Hyilia standing off to the side, her cheeks flushed red. Ariylia smiled as she held the beauty’s chin up – forcing her gaze upon her.

“You belong to me tonight.”

“We aim to provide a pleasurable service, master,” Myicelia said in a submissive voice.

“B-But… A-Ari—”

“Hyia, be a good girl and lick Myicelia’s boot like the disgusting pig you are.”

Hyilia could feel her heart starting to flutter in a slight asymmetrical rhythm as she dropped to all fours. She crawled on the wooden floor until she had made her way over to Myicelia’s boots. Her mind started to race at the thought of licking Myicelia’s boot. It was obvious she was a pig and deserved to but on the ground like all the animals. While many would see this as degrading, Hyilia was overjoyed.

“I…”

Before Hyilia could begin her job of being a bootlicker, she noticed Ariylia’s foot raising her chin. She was forced to stare into Ariylia’s piercing eyes that felt like daggers.

“You want to make your mommy happy, right? Then, remove your shoes and get to licking her boots. You get to watch as Myicelia enjoys every single part of me,” Ariylia teased as she gently kissed Myicelia’s lips.

As Hyilia went on to remove her shoes and fulfil her duty, Ariylia grabbed Myicelia’s pigtails and slammed her down onto the bed. A rush of pleasure to her brain made Ariylia feel alive and happy. She was in control, no one else. Slowly unlacing her boot and undoing a buckle, she carefully removed the boot until the petite foot was revealed. Her white stockings accented her feet and peaked slightly through at her toes.

“Now, while that pig enjoys her meal, I think you should get a reward for the drinks.”

Wiggling her toes in a slow but enticing manner, Ariylia rested her foot on Myicelia’s breasts as she started to work on removing the other boot. Throwing her boots to the side, she placed her foot up to Myicelia’s mouth. She forced her to inhale the scent of her stockings and quietly indicted she wanted her to lick her feet. Without skipping a beat, Myicelia gently grabbed Ariylia’s foot and began licking from heel to toe. As she got to the toes, she stopped and sucked each one as her expression of submissiveness was enough to make Ariylia feel many different things.

Ariylia smiled as she wiggled her toes into Myicelia’s mouth. Yet, the girl continued to play her role well to the point that she was moaning with a voice that made her seem like she was a professional hentai voice actress. The overstimulation made Ariylia feel warm as a wave of pleasure rushed to every part of her body. She was on the verge of experiencing something she had yet to feel.

“Yeah, that’s a good girl… you… you…”

Ariylia started to fill her mind grow into a haze. Her eyes were starting to get heavy as she wobbled a bit from whatever she was feeling. She could feel something was wrong and wondered what it was. Did the atmosphere get to her? Recalling the drinks that they had taken, it was clear that the establishment had drugged the two of them. Yet, it was odd that Myicelia appeared completely unaffected. Before she could fall over, Ariylia found herself in the loving embrace of the massive cushion pillows. Gripping them with what little strength she had, Ariyla could feel herself drifting off to sleep.

“Shh. There, there, master. Allow yourself to drift off into the sweet land of dreams.”

Myicelia gently laid Ariylia down on the bed and looked over to Hyilia. She could see her boot had been removed and was in the loving embrace of Hyilia’s mouth. As Myicelia watched Hyilia start to drift off, she could still feel Hyilia’s warm tongue against her toes. The soft sound of her inhaling the scent of the black stockings, it was precious to Myicelia – like watching a newborn baby suck on its thumb. Before long, Hyilia passed while her mouth was still in Myicelia’s foot.

Grabbing Hyilia, Myicelia carefully placed her down on the bed beside Ariylia. She had enjoyed the brief time with the two of them and wished she could have continued but there was work to be done.

“Now, the two of you just relax and let sleep embrace you.”

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Hanamizu University of the Arts was a prestigious academy where elite students who wanted to study art professionally went. On the surface, the academy appeared like any other school for elites. While the school was strict on the surface, the reality was students were free to explore so long as they were not caught. Many students used their time of youth to explore various activities with other students and engaged in indecorous behaviour at different private areas around the school. One of these areas was a place behind the school that few knew about.

Kaguya Tachibana and Miku Hatsunabie took the free lunch hour to head to behind the school in order to have some alone time. The two of them were in the middle of a passionate make-out session as Kaguya pinned Miku against the wall of the school building.

“Did you finish Miss Nishinaki’s science homework?” Kaguya asked as she intertwined her fingers with Miku’s fingers.

With slowly movements, Kaguya guided Miku’s hands above her head. As she continued to stretch Miku’s arms as high as they would go, her stomach was exposed revealing a small glimpse of her bellybutton. Kaguya smiled as she watched Miku’s face turn a bright red. She slowly moved one hand down Miku’s arms as she used her other to hand both her wrist in place.

“Well?” Kaguya asked again as her fingers traced slowly over Miku’s armpit.

Miku started to feel weak at her knees as she felt the gentle tickling fingers against one of her sensitive areas. For Miku, her body was sensitive around the armpits, stomach, thighs, leg and feet. She was incredibly ticklish around her stomach and feet. Squirming as she felt Kaguya’s fingers explore down to her exposed stomach, she could not help but giggle in a cute manner that would make most want to continue to tickle her.

“S-Stop! I’m ticklish there!”

The giggling continued as Miku squirmed downward, her body feeling various emotions as she felt Kaguya go a bit faster. While many would struggle to break free from the tickling, Miku enjoyed it. There was a pleasure in her brain that went off when she was tickled. She had always felt that way when someone would try to tickle her. At the time, she failed to understand why she enjoyed the feeling of others tickling her from head to toe but now she knew it was something she loved. Yet, it was something that she had to kept hidden from the rest of the world.

While tickling was seen as a common way to joke or tease someone, it had other uses as well. In torture it was a common method used in China. There were various forms of tickling that could be dated back throughout time but Miku enjoyed the playful nature of it. Her body pinned down and forced to feel a sensitisation against her different sensitive areas was a joy that allowed her mind to focus only on the tickling.

“Are you going to do your homework?”

Miku continued to focus her mind on Kaguya’s fingers as they explored around her waistline, tickling her and forced her to squirm even more. She was started to breathe a bit heavily as she felt a warm feeling perpetuating between her legs. Her body was no longer squirming from the excitement but in a state of pleasure that made her knees buckle from it. As the tickling continued, she could feeling something starting to rush down her body as she closed her legs. The feeling of pleasure was overstimulating to the point she was sweating.

“Yes!” Miku moaned out in a soft gasp.

In a strange mix of emotions, Miku was verging on something she had never experienced. She had read about the pleasure felt when a game came to an end but she had yet to enjoy the release of something that had the power to silence her – aside from the sounds that escaped her mouth and increased in volume with each second that passed by.

“Good girl. Now, run along and remember to do your homework next time,” Kaguya said as she kissed Miku on the lips.

Miku could feel her body radiating in heat as she sank lower to the ground – still being held up by Kaguya. She did not want it to end. Every part of her just needed one more touch to released everything that she was feeling inside. Yet, she was denied. As she felt the grip of Kaguya’s hands loosen, she wanted to satiate the feeling behind her legs.

“C-Can we please keep going?” Miku pleaded.

Kaguya smiled.

“You can wait, now go on.”

Miku could feel her heart flutter as she turned and headed back to the classroom. While she returned to class, Kaguya stayed behind and leaned up against the wall. Pulling out a pack of cigarettes, she sat down and opened the pack as she stuck one in her mouth. To her right, Kaguya could make out the footsteps of someone heading in her direction. Not bothering to look up, she continued to stare out at the landscape before her.

From the corner of her eye should see another student who was busy on her phone. The girl stood out with her signature gyaru look, pigtails and a cardigan that was always tied around her waist. As the girl sat down after sending the message, she leaned against the wall and allowed herself to relax an unlady-like manner.

“Hey, give me a cig,” the gyaru said as she held out her hand.

“Say please.”

“Bitch, please give me cig.”

“See Rin, this is why you are still single,” Kaguya said as she handed Rin a cigarette.

As she lit her cigarette and inhaled the toxic flumes into her lungs, Kaguya took a second to relax her mind and close her eyes.

“You literally have a submissive slave who is an idol. Don’t act like you have the high ground here, hoe,” Rin said as she used a match she stole to light her cigarette.

“You’re right. I’m a terrible girlfriend. Instead of getting her help, I am mentally abusing her to help her forget.”

“You have your heart in the right place, for what it’s worth.”

“Thanks, Rin. You are good friend.”

“Yep, I know.”

After a few minutes had passed, Kaguya stood to her feet and headed back to class after finishing her cigarette. Grabbing a drink from one of the nearby vending machines, Kaguya took a moment on her journey to the classroom to think about everything she had done. When she and Miku started dating she only did it to gain control over her existence. She held little interest in romance or love. All she needed was someone should could use like a doll and make herself feel better. Yet, their relationship changed as she learned more about the shy idol who wore a mask.

She had learned about the abuse, all the times she had to battle depression alone and pretend to smile while telling everyone she was okay. It was after a few months of dating that she had learned how deep Miku was with her desires. There was a subconscious part of her that wanted to please her mother. It grew into obsession to the point that she had developed a kink. Kaguya had graduated from girlfriend to her mommy. She was the one who would degrade her and tease her like a bully in the name of love. Yet, she could not resist the feeling. Kaguya was in control. She had control. This petite beautiful idol who could not stand up for herself was her doll that she could use to make her own life better – and both of them were satisfied with this arrangement.

And yet, there was a part of her that felt bad. Kaguya had grew to like Miku and even love her. While she wanted to keep her control there was a part of her that wanted to make Miku genuinely happy. The problem was how to make a girl who was abused by her mother happy? Another problem was the fact their relationship had to be secret. Idols were seen as pure and thus engaging in romantic desires was taboo. She continued to pounder her thoughts until she finally reached the classroom.

Inside the classroom, some students were busy chatting among others in small groups, some were on their phones and some where taking the time to study for the next class. As Kaguya made her way over to her seat by the window, she was stopped by her ever-loving girlfriend. Miku held out her phone as she smiled.

“Look, look! Over ten thousand people liked the photo I posted last night,” Miku said.

Miku had posted a photo to a social media site in hopes of raising her confidence in her own body. The photo was of Miku on her bed in her school uniform. She was laying on her stomach with her knees up and her shoes off to the side.

“That’s good…”

Kaguya was unsure how to answer her. In reality she wanted to control what Miku could post online. Not because she was jealous but due to her desire of wanting to control a person. But she knew doing that would lead to problems. Miku was fragile but also needed a social life. If she did not have friends she would become hollow and die inside.

“Mhm. But I need to ask the twins something because I’m confused on what ‘nutting’ means.”

Kaguya’s brain took a second to process what Miku had said. After realising what was said she tried to stop her but it was too late, she was already standing in front of the two twin siblings. She sighed as she made her way over to Miku. While the twins were regarded as geniuses, they lacked common sense. Kaguya herself did not hate them but did find it difficult to talk to them. They would often use big words or explain things like a textbook that she did wonder if they were human.

The brother was laying his head down on the desk while his sister was sitting in a desk in front of him. She was turned slightly so that she could interact with her brother.

“Excuse me, I hope you two aren’t busy,” Miku said in a cheerful tone.

Both the siblings turned to look at Miku. Their eyes appeared dead as if they did not enjoy the existence of life. They appeared as nothing more than lifeless drones.

“Sorry to bother you both but since the two of you are incredibly smart I was wondering if you could tell me what nutting means.”

“Please define the context of how the word is being used,” the brother asked.

Miku held out her phone as the brother analysed the photo and the comments that followed. His sister did the same.

“This was a photo I took last night and it got a lot of comments. One of the top liked ones was this one.”

“Ah. I see. Nutting is the act of stroking the genitalia in a way that produces sexual stimulation and arousal to the point a climatic ejaculation of fluids is released into a receptacle. In your case, these biological waste products are pleasuring themselves to your prominent area which in this instance is your feet.”

“The waste breather below them did it three times, according to their conjurer,” the sister remarked as she pointed to the comment.

Miku’s face lit up a bright red like a traffic light. She had never thought about the things she posted online too much. In general, people already knew her face but she did use a pseudonym for her stage performances and online handles. While she did ensure to be safe on the Internet, she did not believe people would use her photographs for their own self-pleasure. In her eyes, she figured she was helping others by smiling and show cute photographs.

Yet, this was the reality of the world. There were good point on the Internet but also evil people. Some were harmless and truly wished to enjoy the content but some would be willing to break laws to engage in their desires. For Miku, she wanted to make her fans happy and this latest information was an unknown for her. She was extremely embarrassed that people were staring at her feet but at the same time, there was something that she liked about it. Her fans were happy and they were looking at her. They were just looking at another part of her.

Kaguya sighed and finally spoke up.

“Can’t the two of you be normal for once?”

“Define ‘normal’,” the brother asked.

The word normal was an adjective defined as conforming to a standard; usual, typical or expected behaviour. This was something both siblings understood and yet that definition still was undefined. Throughout their life, they noticed that there was no set standard. Some people valued strict rules while others did not. Normal was an abstract state of mind that functioned solely to benefit the ill-suited who conformed to arbitrary doctrine dogma. It was something they struggled to understand.

“Me, Miku, we are normal,” Kaguya said as she placed her hand on her hip with an expression of annoyance.

“So, my sister and I should take photographs of ourselves in luscious pre-defined poses and accentuate our feet in order to be considered ‘normal’ by the standards of a subjective society that base their conjecturers on the subjective value of status called likes?”

“Brother, I believe she is referring to maintaining a mendacious facade in which others view as the cornerstone of an indefinable truth.”

“I hope you two die in a truck accident!” Kaguya yelled.